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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 30, 2008 22:30:41 GMT
Tamika wanted to reach out and pull Jet's arms back, but she didn't. Half because she knew it wouldn't be right, half because she felt kind of weird inside.
"It feels..." She stopped for a second to think and to stop the vomit rising in her throat, "Not nice. For the most part, it's just like standing watching your double but with a great feeling of something missing. It's more the after affects though that mess you up. Like with this one, as soon as he entered my aura he messed me up."
She wiped her forehead, which had a light cold sweat on it.
"Apparently, it gets better and easier as you become more experienced..."
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 30, 2008 22:42:35 GMT
"Apparently, it gets better and easier as you become more experienced..."
Yet she doesn't believe that.
"Hmm, well it might, you never know," he said trying to cheer her up.
I really...
New notes started coming into his head. So he picked up the guitar and started to play, rearranging a few notes here and ther, they tune he played was soft, flowing and sweet.
"Hmm..."
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 30, 2008 22:51:23 GMT
Tamika's hands shook as she tried to correct herself. Jet, bless him, was trying to make her feel better but was failing awfully. She was feeling over emotional again. That old man had left his mark, and she was beginning to feel how he felt before he died. Alone. Empty. Craving... She just needed some form of contact.
All lack of rational judgement left her as she moved forward, placing one hand on his shoulder and her lips on his. She stayed like that for a good few seconds, her stomach doing the can-can with all the butterflies.
As she pulled away she looked at him and gave a small smile.
"Um..."
She couldn't think of anything to say, instead a small giggle similar to the one earlier escaped.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 30, 2008 23:05:50 GMT
He was on fire.
It felt like the whole earth was connected to him and as it was set aflame so was he.
Her kiss, it was intoxicating. No wonder she was getting engaged. Everything about her was...wow.
Understatement. As she pulled away she looked soo guilty and tried to say something but instead she giggled like earlier on.
"Wow," was the best that could get past his lips.
"Tamika...I..." he what?
He hugged her quickly before getting up. What could he do?
Then he smiled as he though of something.
"Have you ever played the guitar before...or a guitar?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 30, 2008 23:18:40 GMT
Tamika gave a small whine when Jet gave her a hug and got up.
Can he not just sit down with me for frig's sake...
"Have you ever played the guitar before... Or a guitar?"
She supressed an annoyed sigh and shook her head.
"No, I break instruments a lot. Or set them on fire. Josie didn't like having to call firemen every other day so I had to give up trying..."
Oh sweet Jesus, he's going to try and teach me or something...
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 30, 2008 23:26:56 GMT
"Well, if you want I could teach you a few things...don't worry bout setting it on fire, this is a new one, my good ole' one is upstairs. Elliot will be safe," he smiled at her cheerfully and sweetly.
He sat back down beside her and started to teach her a few chords and the first half of a very easy composition of his.
"See? You're doing great!" he smiled.
So hesitant...
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 30, 2008 23:33:54 GMT
Tamika gave a subtle death glare to Jet as he started teaching her.
I'd rather set him on fire right now...
She knew she would forget all this in half an hour but decided against saying anything. Didn't want to dishearten the lad when he seemed so happy. She shot a few little sparks from her fingers towards his hands as he showed her were to go on the fretboard. Yes, Tamika was still craving some form of attention, but not learning the guitar.
"Sorry Jet," she sighed, setting the guitar down beside her, "But the pyromaniac inside me is going to get the better of me in a second..."
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 31, 2008 12:09:28 GMT
Laughing again.
This girl never failed to make him laugh. Even if it was unintentional. He quieted down after a few seconds or so.
"Maybe you hould let of some steam, y'know cool down a bit, clear your head," he suggested guessing her answer in his head.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 31, 2008 12:17:07 GMT
As Jet laughed, Tamika formed a fireball and bounced it in her hand, ready to throw at him. His suggestion for her to let off some steam made her smile a little.
"Hon, I don't cool down, I heat up."
She stared at the clear piece of tree by her side and began concentrating to burn her and Jet's names into it.
"So where'd the name Elliot come from for your other guitar?"
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Post by Jethro Foster on Nov 1, 2008 22:00:31 GMT
"Eh...Elliot from Scrubs," he smiled awkwardly wondering if Tamika would even know what Scrubs was or is she had ever watched it.
"Not the best of names for a guitar, I admit but..." he stopped not knowing how to continue the sentence.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 1, 2008 22:05:31 GMT
Tamika gave a polite nod, racking her mind for what the douce 'Scrubs' was. The name seemed familiar, maybe Jose had watched it once or something...
"It's a cool name," she smiled. She finished the names in the tree and wiped some dust off of them. She had added a couple of little cherry blossoms and smiled at her masterpiece.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Nov 1, 2008 22:20:49 GMT
Jet smiled as Tamika finished off.
This scene is missing something..... then he thought of what it needed.
He stared of into space pretending he was daydreaming. He concentrated on making the Tulip grow up to Tamika's shoulder and then made it tap her there. His face was poker straight.
Inwardly smiling to himself.
Hope she likes it.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 1, 2008 22:28:11 GMT
Tamika stared absently at some mold on the tree, trying to make out shapes in it when something tapped her on the shoulder. She let out a scream and fell onto the ground with a soft 'oof'. Seeing the cause of her scare was a flower, she guessed it was Jet's doing.
"You utter a*se," she glared, getting off the floor and wiping the mud off her jeans. Standing up, she felt bad because of the kind of noticable hurt look on Jet's face. She smiled at him and leant over to kiss him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, it's very pretty."
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Post by Jethro Foster on Nov 1, 2008 23:04:44 GMT
"You utter arse!" She glared at him as she picked herself of the ground.
Explosion much?
But don't...don't girls usually like that sort of thing?
"I'm sorry, it's very pretty."
"Huh, oh yeah, it is.." then again Tamika was no ordinary...
I'm sorry, what?! I thought she was angry at me. Multiple personality disfunction?
Kissed on the cheek.
Ok, now he was starting to get really confused but he didn't show it.
"Thanks," a small smile formed on his face.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 1, 2008 23:13:36 GMT
Tamika bent down to look at the flower closer.
"So this is the work of your earth power. Interesting..." Tamika mused to herself. When she looked back up Jet still had a small smile on his face.
"Jeettt!" she whined, "Everytime you smile like that it just makes it harder not to kiss you again..."
Did I just say that out loud...? Oh cack.
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